She was too lazy to write anything more than her signature so was intrigued by the classified ad, “Autobiographies Written While You Sleep!”
She prepaid the costly invoice for “procedures,” was sedated and slept in a soundproof room for twenty-four hours with wires attached to her head. She woke up and found under her hand a 273-page hardcover book.
Confused and with no memory, she spent the following hours reading about a boring stranger named Dorothy.